Song Feixue was unwilling to give in. Could it be that after waiting for Nie Zheng for so many years and liking him for so many years, she lost like this?
"No, it can't be."
Song Feixue shook her head and raised her hands to wipe away her tears. She would not give up so easily.
The washing machine stopped, and Song Feixue took out the washed and dried clothes and prepared to hang them in the cloakroom.
However, when I saw the shirt, I changed my mind.
"Hey." Song Feixue curled her lips, "Feng Xiaoxiao, I'll give you a gift."
She took the shirt and threw it on the bed, then took off her own clothes and put on Nie Zheng's shirt.
Then, he poured a glass of red wine from an exquisite goblet.
When everything is ready, pick up your phone and start taking selfies.
I didn’t take a picture of the whole body, I just took a picture of the hand holding the red wine glass and the corners of the lips. Of course, the main character is Nie Zheng’s shirt.
The collar of the shirt is half open, and the collarbone is slightly visible.
The goblet is placed against the lips, a smile spreads...
After pressing the selfie button, Song Feixue looked at the photo and was very satisfied.
So, I clicked on WeChat and posted a message to Moments with this photo. The accompanying text was - After the end, the red wine tasted particularly delicious.
Of course, the settings are such that only Feng Xiaoxiao is "visible" in this circle of friends.
"snort."
After doing all this, Song Feixue picked up the red wine glass and took a big sip. "Feng Xiaoxiao, let's wait and see, the future is still bright."
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Jinyuan.
Feng Xiaoxiao lay on the bed, scrolling through her phone, waiting for Nie Zheng to come back.
The phone rang, and it was Lin Zhen calling, "Madam, Mr. Nie is back."
"Coming!"
Feng Xiaoxiao threw away her phone, stood up quickly, and ran downstairs.
"Mr. Nie!" Feng Xiaoxiao rushed towards Nie Zheng with a smile, and Nie Zheng smiled lightly and caught him.
"Why did you come down?"
"Hehe." Feng Xiaoxiao pulled him, "Drink the soup, try the soup and see if it tastes good."
"Yeah." Nie Zheng was pulled into the restaurant by her.
Feng Xiaoxiao handed the filled soup to him with a look of anticipation on her face, "How is it?"
"Yeah." Nie Zheng took a sip and said, "Not bad, there is progress."
"Hehe, that's good." Feng Xiaoxiao grinned and suddenly realized something was wrong.
With a glare, "You mean, what I did was bad before?"
"Ahem."
Nie Zheng choked and put his hand to his lips to block it.
"Well……"
Is this question out of line? He seems to have answered it wrong.
Feng Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes, "Speak carefully and think about it clearly before you speak!"
Nie Zheng nodded, with a serious look on his face, "What I did before was very good, but today's... is even better, not particularly good."
Gee, why does it seem like saying this doesn’t make it any better?
Seeing his careful wording, Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Haha..." Feng Xiaoxiao reached out and poked Nie Zheng's cheek. Mr. Nie, you are so gentle.
"Um?"
Nie Zheng raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to pull Feng Xiaoxiao onto him.
"Are you trying to scare me?"
Feng Xiaoxiao lowered her head, leaned against him, and spoke in a low and gentle voice, "Mr. Nie, I went to the cooking class just for you."
Um?
Nie Zheng was startled, his eyebrows twitching.
Actually...that's it?
His hands suddenly tightened, and his Adam's apple rolled, "Really?"
"Yeah." Feng Xiaoxiao nodded, her cheeks were hot and she was embarrassed to look at him.
Nie Zheng's throat felt itchy, and he quickly picked him up and said, "Let's go back to the room."
Feng Xiaoxiao hugged him and said coquettishly, "What are you doing?"
"After drinking the soup, it's time to eat meat." Nie Zheng's voice became hoarse.
Heavenly thunder and earthly fire, lingering into the bones...
Done.
Feng Xiaoxiao lay on the bed, not wanting to move.
Nie Zheng pulled the quilt and covered her, "Sleep first."
Feng Xiaoxiao raised her eyelids, "Do you still want to read a book?"
"Yeah." Nie Zheng nodded. This was his daily habit. If he didn't read, he would be easily eliminated by the times.
"oh."
Feng Xiaoxiao responded and closed her eyes.
Nie Zheng stood up and entered the small study.
After he left, Feng Xiaoxiao opened her eyes again. At this time, she should get up and make him a cup of ginseng tea.
Feng Xiaoxiao thought so and did so.
He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, took his cell phone and went downstairs. While waiting for the water to boil, Feng Xiaoxiao casually scrolled through his cell phone.
So, I visited Song Feixue's circle of friends - the circle of friends that was only visible to Feng Xiaoxiao.
"!"
When Feng Xiaoxiao saw the content, he instantly stiffened.
Isn’t the shirt Song Feixue is wearing Nie Zheng’s? By the way, speaking of it, this shirt was worn by Nie Zheng when he went out in the morning.
Why does she know so well?
Because as long as Nie Zheng was at home one day, she would choose the clothes he wore when he went out the next day!
However, this shirt now belongs to Song Feixue!
And that ambiguous line of text.
——After it was over, the red wine tasted particularly delicious...
"After it's over..."
Feng Xiaoxiao's heart tightened. What "end"? What "end"? Feng Xiaoxiao clenched the phone tightly, her knuckles turning white.
As Mrs. Nie, of course she knows what this means.
"hehe."
Feng Xiaoxiao smiled self-deprecatingly, raised his hand and gently covered his heart, "What's so sad? Isn't it already known? Feng Xiaoxiao, Mr. Nie is so good to you, do you still have any extravagant expectations?"
No, it won't work.
They have all made up their minds to spend this last period of time with Nie Zheng well.
It's just that heartache is uncontrollable.
beep...
Her mind was in a mess, and she didn't hear the kettle alarm in her ears at all.
"Hello!"
Suddenly, Shang Junci rushed over, "What are you doing?"
"ah?"
Feng Xiaoxiao was shocked and had not yet reacted, her expression was blank.
Shang Junci was still wearing a suit. He had obviously just come back. He pointed at the stove and said, "The water is about to dry up!"
"oh."
Feng Xiaoxiao was startled and hurriedly reached for the kettle. However, she was too careless and burned her finger. "Ah..." She screamed in pain.
"Hello!"
Shang Junci was startled, hurriedly held her hand, turned off the fire, and opened his mouth to scold her.
"Are you an idiot? How can you grab the kettle with your hands? Are you not afraid of burning it?"
"..." Feng Xiaoxiao blinked, "Why are you so fierce?"
"hurry up!"
Shang Junci grabbed her hand and put it under the faucet to wash it, saying in a bad tone, "Wait!"
At the same time, he opened the refrigerator, took out the ice cubes, and poured them into the sink. "Quick, ice it."
"oh."
Feng Xiaoxiao nodded blankly, a little embarrassed. "Actually, it was just a touch. It's not that serious. You don't have to be so nervous..."
nervous?
Shang Junci was stunned for a moment, his eyes averted, and he hesitated when speaking. "What a joke, who is nervous about you? I think you are an idiot! You can't take care of yourself! Besides, if it weren't for you being my sister-in-law, do you think I would be willing to do that?"
Does it matter to you?"
"……oh."
Feng Xiaoxiao curled her lips, "I know."
"Stupid!" Shang Junci glanced at the kitchen counter, "Are you making tea for my brother?"